shwooshing

Joining in Frank Tassone‘s “Cold Moon” challenge…


 

cross country skiers
under december’s cold moon
track on virgin snow

night’s romantic trek ends with
hot wassail by yule log fire

 

Kinderpunsch-4

image: the daring gourmet

 

 

the baptist

 

by wind and camel’s hair caressed
a loud voice cries in wilderness
to homeless hearts

what did you come out to see?
crowded with expectancy
in restless desert

wonder how honey-dipped locusts taste?
wonder how to survive in this place?
ask shameless questions

watch and wait on wet line in sand
listen to ranting of wild man
young fearless prophet

the word calls hearers to repent
prepare the way by spirit sent
for helpless sinners

stand on brink of riverbank steep
wade out to where the water’s deep
hold breathless moment

messiah is here! raise your eyes
in holy sandals (yet untied)
steps our boundless hope

 

 

 


Linking to Laura Bloombury’s poetics on “less is more” at dVerse poets pub

 

 

 

 

 

suspended in time

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s tan renga challenge to add 2 lines to this classic haiku…

 

old pond
a frog jumps in
sound of water

© Basho (Tr. Chèvrefeuille)

 

hear ker-ploosh of Basho’s frog

… haiku kai ripples outward

© lynn__

frog

 

 

 

a mother’s love

A memorial haibun on theme of gratitude for dVerse poets pub


I keep precious photos and letters. They were in love. Mommy, a happy socialite, married handsome Navy pilot. Small town girl found fun living in big city. We shared a Valentine birthday. She doted on me, her firstborn. Our bond was tight but unraveled when asthma flared with another pregnancy and took her life’s breath. I wore her lace wedding dress and ring.

I hold dear memories and momentos. We needed love. Mom, a quiet beauty, married indebted widower. Girl from same small town already living in big city. We shared Daddy’s heart. She accepted me as her first child. Nightmares and tantrums threatened to unravel us but she patiently parented until we grew into love’s tight bond. She gave me the best brother and education.

My heart swells with gratitude for each mother’s unique and vital influence on my life. I carry both of them in my heart and thank God for graciously gifting me (twice) with a mother’s love!

 

lone tree uprooted

memories of former days

wood warms us by fire

warbler’s laugh

Carpe Diem Haiku Kai‘s weekend tanka challenge…


 

A spring warbler casts
A dropping on the rice cakes —
The veranda edge.                    © Basho

you little party pooper
ruined our afternoon tea!   © lynn__

Bush+Warbler

bush warbler

 

broken chords

she stares at him
elbows akimbo and
painfully pointed, as
white alabaster shall
shatter to tiny tinkling
shards of heartsong

he doesn’t notice,
yet if never, how it
feels to desire, aching
for words; arms bent
to work longer, such
urgent cows in kilts

fast clipper sails piano
lingers on guitar strum
dishwasher humming
wet wipers swish back
and forth; passengers
on dismal carousel ride

 


A free verse surrealistic poem for dVerse Poetics.

birth of a poem

Linking to dVerse poets pub for Amaya’s challenge to “labor”…


 

as the product of

conception, a poem

begins with flicker

of flirty idea

which sparks a

burning desire that,

with heart unprotected,

climaxes in passion for

words, that are strung

together like double

helix into phrases

which multiply and

di-verse-i-fy,

connected by

rhythm and rhyme;

hid in warm darkness

until fully developed

and ready to be

edited, contracted,

squeezed through

narrow passage

’til finally, its

author, depleted

and relieved,

delivers another

helpless poem

into wide world

and, whether

birthed online

or hard copy,

whimpering

or wailing,

it comes

hoping to be

caught gently

by readers.

play for keeps

 

keep the best memories
let unpleasant ones go

keep faith in truth
turn from all false-ness

keep forward movement
stop procrastination now

keep expressing your heart
ignore rude criticism

keep head held high
don’t lose confidence

keep smiling at life
watch life smile back!

 

 

____________________________

Too late to link but inspired by Kim at dVerse to write quadrille (44 words) on “keep”.

follow

 

follow still small voice

where it quietly leads you

let God speak to heart

you may be an answer to

another person’s prayer

 

 


Link to #wispwrit#Writing#Challenge...and dedicated to my friend, Marie 🙂

into the shadows

 

searching for any witnesses,
he questioned as if suspect:
“where were you?” he probed
“in my room,” a shocked reply
(nowhere near bloodied body)

at least, victim didn’t feel much,
unexpected and instantaneous.
trucker on road never slowed,
could not see in night’s blackness
didn’t notice impact, drove on.

circles under eyes mark grief
remembered as good mother
affectionate; gave warm gifts.
she’d lived life until the ninth
when bad luck found black cat.

how often we commit dark deeds;
does ignorance prove innocence?

 


Linking to dVerse poets. This “mystery” poem fits previous prompt (shades of black) and current prompt (changing perspective). Written in third person about a barn cat found on the road but also thinking of an old acquaintance who was struck by a truck and killed. It’s always sad when animals die but how much more a human being?!

If you’re not entirely comfortable with this poem…neither am I! Leave a comment…

summer evening

firefly

longing for the grass
at the bottom of the pool
those fireflies.

© Buson

longing for the grass
blades wave under prairie wind
rustle in ditches

at bottom of pool
crawdads and minnows asleep
moon passes over

elusive fireflies
hide in long grasses near pond
flicker on and off

© lynn

 


Image and troiku challenge celebrating Carpe Diem Haiku Kai’s 7th anniversary!

joy of morning

photo-1548960095-770e3e6364de-1

 

curious fellow

wonders at human whistling

do you have birdseed?

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